Laugh and joke.It gets quiet now, and we talk about other people, our friends. Our foes.
You push the hair away from my face, and I can tell that you mean what you say, screw up your nose in disgust and tell me not to listen to them.
Kiss me soft.
Bed covers moving, and hands sweeping, sweeping up fabric and heat and lust.
Lips parted and brushing. Breath swapping and moving. Eyes open, lids fluttering.
Hot stomachs and warm chests.
Pull me down, and move me over. Grab me close and kiss me harsh.
Just keep kissing me.
For another 5 minutes.
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